“Can you believe this?” Mr. Cassandro asked rhetorically.
“So that’s eighteen times thirty-three, which comes to what?”
“Five hundred big ones,” Vito offered, making a rough mental calculation.
“Closer to six,” Mr. Rosselli said.
One of these days, Vito thought, I’m going to get on a roll like that.
“So, as I understand it, this is what happened next,” Mr. Rosselli went on. “Mr. Clark has just decided he cannot let this guy let six hundred big ones ride. Maybe the fucking wheel is broken. Maybe this is one of those things that happens. But Oaks and Pines can’t cover a bet like that, and even if it means pissing this guy off, Mr. Clark is going to give him the money he’s won . . . you understand, Vito, we have to do that. We run an absolutely honest casino operation. Mr. Clark has just decided to tell this guy he’s sorry, that’s all the casino can handle . . .”
“I understand.”
“When the guy starts pulling all the chips toward him, Mr. Clark figures the problem has solved itself, so he don’t say nothing. The biggest problem he figures he has is how to tell this guy that he don’t have six hundred big ones in cash in the house, and he’s going to have to wait until tomorrow . . . you understand how that works, don’t you?”
“I’m not sure what you mean,” Vito confessed.
“I’m surprised, you being a cop,” Mr. Rosselli said. “But let me tell you. If there is a raid, by the local cops, the state cops, or the feds, and the feds are the ones that cause the trouble, they’re always after gamblers when they should be out looking for terrorists . . . If there’s a raid, they confiscate the equipment and whatever money they find. So naturally, you don’t keep any more money around than you think you’re going to need.”
“Yeah,” Vito said thoughtfully.
“I don’t mind telling you how this works, because you’re a good guy and we trust you. What we do up there is keep maybe fifty big ones in the cashier’s cage. If somebody has a run of luck, and there’s a big dent in the fifty, which sometimes happens, then we have more money someplace a couple of miles away. We send somebody for it. You understand?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“In the other place, there’s a lot of money. Two hundred big ones, at least. But not enough to pay off this character who’s won six hundred big ones. You understand?”
“So what do you do?” Vito asked, genuinely curious.
“You know what the interest is on one hundred big ones a day?”
“What?”
“I asked if you ever thought how much the interest on a hundred thousand dollars is by the day?”
“No,” Vito said, now sounding a little confused.
“A lot of money,” Mr. Rosselli said seriously. “And on a million, it’s ten times that a lot of money.”
“Right.”
“So keeping two hundred thousand around in a safe, without getting no interest, is one thing, it’s the cost of doing business. But a million dollars is something else. You can’t afford to keep a million dollars sitting around in a safe someplace not earning no interest, just because maybe someday you’re going to need it. Right?”
“Right,” Vito replied.
“My glass’s got a hole in it or something,” Mr. Rosselli said. “You suppose I could have another one of these, Vito?”
“Absolutely. Excuse me, I should have seen it was empty.”
“Get Paulo one too, if you don’t mind. He looks dry.”
Vito took the glasses and went into the kitchen and made fresh drinks.
He wondered for a moment what Gian-Carlo Rosselli wanted from him, wondered if despite what he had said at the house about not having to worry about making the markers good, he was here to tell him that had changed and he wanted the money, but that was quickly supplanted by the excitement of thinking about this guy at Oaks and Pines who had hit four times in a row.
Jesus Christ, winning six hundred big ones in four, five minutes! If I had that kind of luck, I could get my own place somewhere, maybe in Bucks County. And have enough left over to invest, so there would be a check every month, and I wouldn’t have to raise a finger.
He carried the drinks back into Tony’s living room. Gian-Carlo Rosselli had moved to the couch, and now had his feet up on the cocktail table. Vito, after a moment’s hesitation, sat